Bug = 4 years
Bub = 2 years 2 months Linus at this age
Bud = 6 months 16 days Linus at this age – Ada at this age
For Christmas last year we received a five-person tent from Bob’s parents. Bob and I have only been (tent) camping a few times each in our lives, and never since we had children.
Pounawea Beckons
However last weekend we were invited by a friend to come with her and her family (hubby and two kids) down to the Catlins for one night, so we decided to give it a go. After buying an airbed and packing for hours and hours and hours, we headed south at 10am on Saturday morning.
The setting of the Pounawea Motor Camp is lovely. The camp is a small circular field – with amenities in the middle – surrounded by tall trees. Just through the trees at one edge is the beach onto the estuary.
Our afternoon was pleasant, and our evening was great – the kids settled down fine and we had a couple of hours together yacking by lamplight.
I was delighted with how well we slept in the tent. The “five-person” tent is obviously designed for five people who are on intimate terms. Luckily our family is, and we slept together on the single mattress and queen airbed that between them covered the entire surface of the tent.
In early the evening we wandered on the beach (where we were lucky enough to see a distant seal frolicking in the surf). We decided not to go into the water that night: it was getting a bit cold, the sun had left the beach, and – after all – we had all of Sunday to explore the environs.
Rude Awakening
Well.
At 6am on Sunday, I started to hear a bit of noise around the campsite. There was the sound of shouting… I figured someone had hit the booze too hard over the night and managed to stay conscious long enough to annoy all the other campers. As the noise continued, I tried to doze. I remember hearing someone yelling at one point “Hey, mate, will you help me wake some people up?“. Hmmm… a rather officious and organised drunk?! But shortly the man was outside our tent, and he briskly told us to get up… a tsunami warning had been issued and we had to evacuate the site.
Talk about a wake-up call! As fast as we could, we dragged ourselves and the kids out of bed and shoved all our things into our car. This took a swift 45 minutes (hey, we had a tent to pack away!) and then we hit the road. A stop at Owaka for more information told us that Owaka was safe and the church hall was putting on coffee and toast for the evacuees.
We spent a couple of hours taking advantage of the generosity of the locals at Owaka. We had some breakfast, got dressed, and gave the kids some drawing to do while we listened to the radio to find out the latest on the tsunami.
Our plan was to go for a local walk so that the second day of our short holiday wasn’t completely wasted. However by that time the weather had turned drizzly, so we headed back to Dunedin (via some very bad coffees in Balclutha).
We’ll try to squeeze in at least one more camping trip before winter arrives, and hopefully it will be less eventful!
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